So I am me and you are you, isn't that interesting? No? Sorry. Twitter (giorj22)
I wake up every morning and have another night-dream circling my mind, yes night-dreams. Night-dreams are not dreams as they are not forgotten easily.
Something I wrote a while ago and kept to myself. I hope it's not too bad it means a lot to me, enjoy. I hear it again, it's that sound, the sound of that vain thudding in my ear.
Ok, so is it safe to have Opuss and Twitter together. My conclusion is that it depends on your species of Opuss and Twitter.
When life gives you lemons make lemonade... Or you could do what I do and cut it up into slices and make people eat it without making funny faces. Taking pictures of their faces as well.
As I dash around the Internet desperately trying to find something to stop the depression that lurks within.
When you think things are different, they are not. It's the feeling of wanting things to be different, but they stay the same..
My birthday was awful in three days time it would of been a full month away it is still not enough time to forget.
Christmas isn't 'yours' it's everyone's, because it's the shared experience that counts..
As I sat and cried she stood looming over me. She watched me cry, she was emotionless towards me, as if I was some sort of experiment. I couldn't control myself properly I wasn't in function.
I was stupid I thought I saw Cupid It was a lie I could just die All alone On my phone With no one to talk to And nothing to do I'll just sit on the corner and cry..
One day I will have a story. The story will start with the birth of a girl, she has blazing blue eyes and bouncing brown hair. She makes her mistakes and darts her way through life.
I give out what I call advice or a story with a moral, but then I realise that the only person that needs all this information is myself...
It takes two or more people to be strong. You can't be strong by yourself as you have no one. Strength is caused by two people's relationship it's the strength the pulls you together an apart.
I don't know anymore, what is real and fake, who is lying and telling the truth and why I am still here. I write this sitting in a confined place in the corner of my room.
No one knows me here,. But I do fear,. Someone will find me,. Someone will see,. What thoughts I have,. In my cave,. I did not live,. Just to give,. I have a life,. And now a knife,.
The aim of the game is to have fun they say. If my GCSE's are the game how am I going to have fun whilst I'm struggling to get my grades.
Everyday something in your life goes up whilst another goes down, you just have to judge which things are going where. If your right or not is another story..
Our relationship is like... scissors and paper, food and knifes, death and love, you and me just enemies..
Nothing, can give you all the happiness in the world!.
Everyone should be unique and different in there own small way in which no-one can copy, but if everyone is being different everyone is copying!.
As life spins us around an around spilling our emotions everywhere, constantly. Take a moment to pick a interest to take with you to keep you, to always be fascinated by..
Here is where I start, in a place so dark that I'm desperately trying to make brighter..
The light that shines on the other side is sometimes just a bulb, so if it's not the sun make the most of it..
I'm sorry I didn't choose for this, it wasn't my fault, please don't take it out on me. I never hurt you, why do you try so hard to hurt me?.
I called my phone 'Titanic' when I sync it to my laptop it says 'Titanic syncing'.
Something is always hiding no matter what you think..
Before you lived what did you do. Have you ever realised that you started off dead before you live, then it hits you back in the face and before you know it your dead again.
Life is a circle it's just going to go round and round..
I'm guessing Opuss is a cat.
It my fault that you couldn't do something, it's my fault that something happened to you, your whole life was my fault. I hardly even go near you let alone speak to you..
Standing in the shadows, or are the shadows standing in me..
Wishing someone would understand the trauma that I've been through. The tears, the pain, will always remain. I can stand up to you, but don't take my friends.
Walking down the path hoping for something new, but just seeing deja vu. Different faces, brand new places, But same old occasion, repeated relation. Memories replay, while I watch at bay.
Everyday there is something new within the path you walk, but never forget your something old.
I call for her as she stare's at me, she watches my every move following me swiftly, without making a noise. She moves the way I move and she glows the way I glow, I wonder who is she.
I close a door to tell myself I can't go back and three new doors open, one with possibility, another with failure and the last one with success.
Everyday is a new challenge, you just got to get up to see the outcome..
I'm always there for the people that need comforting and advice but as soon as I need it they turn away an I am left alone..
When your sick of everything and you just want to scream, you can't and feel contained in a glass jar watching people walk by, it's reality..